I suppose I could manage sleeping in the park and shaving in the dark.
But that ten bob note up my nose would take some getting used to.
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I dunno–I’m seeing you as a character in a China Mieville novel, whose habitat is literally information, and whose passage results in swaths of data gone forever.
I’m not too screwed - if I was allergic to cats I would be.
Uh… no difference.
Not screwed at all, my friend! What could be better than being me, perhaps save for being two of me?
I gave a long speech in a book - so boring that even I skipped over reading it all. Sometimes even I don’t know who I am.
Apparently I have become a German maker of low-frequency alternatives to lasers. I think I can live with that.
Apparently, I’d be in unrequited love with Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s former nemesis. Which doesn’t sound like a necessarily bad thing, unless I have to deal with hordes of fanboys. This is where Regallagwould come in handy!
I’d be…the forty third U.S. president?
Damn!
Angel of the Abyss… OK… who (depending on source and tradition) may or may not be a Fallen Angel. So… it depends really… 
And that brachyrhynchos that the Dopers did adore
shall be heard from, nevermore.
The Outlier has been trying to convince people that he’s an outlier for years, so cool!
ETA crow/raven, sue me.
Just don’t let Yeticus Rex or Chronos in here.
They’ll totally tear up the landscaping. And I just laid fresh mulch.
Points at username. I’m so screwed.
Not much differnce at all.
If we’re allowing characters the posters created, then I’m in even better shape. I’m a young axe-wielding barbarian who has left his home seeking fortune and glory. I’m traveling with a young elf archer and a young swordsman. We’re roving around the Land of Many Princes; fighting as mercenaries, slaughtering demon cultists, and generally kicking ass for fun and profit.
Bah, just give me and my boys some money, we’ll take care of 'em.
Be careful what you wish for. No joke, I had to shave my collarbone and my shoulders this week. I’m pretty sure humans are not supposed to have hairy collarbones. I need to get a straight razor, I’m going broke from buying disposables.
Calm down dude. This isn’t the Doper romance thread.
Well this is no fun for me.
licks lips
Probably no more or less worse for the wear. My pseudonymsake was a character in a graphic novel series, where he alternated between in-denial bouts of drunkenness and cavorting, vs. trying to save the universe (and suceeding despite himself). And in the end he
gets to do it all over again, Groundhog Day style, without sharing in the Oneness that his colleagues achieved. He does have a chance tho, like Bill Murray and Roland the Gunslinger, to change his destiny in the next go-arounds.
Hmhrf, probably not much difference in the end-analysis then.
I’m an octogenarian on my deathbed, and all three of my children are insane, to one degree or another. The butler is a homicidal maniac when he drinks.
There are strangers at the door.
And it’s a dark and stormy night!
Sir Roderick Femm